Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.